This week we’ve been privileged with words of power and faith and most remarkably joy coming straight from the DNC in Chicago. It’s not that I haven’t loved our endearing Biden these last four years taking us out of the grips of Trump’s chaos and a world-wide pandemic, but it’s been at times disheartening to see many of his efforts fall flat when Trump’s puppets in Congress or within the Supreme Court pulled us backwards at his command. Everything about the Republican ticket is about going back, trying to return to a life that didn’t work for many, unless you are male and white and surrounded by all the privilege of generational wealth. But during this triumphant week all the Queens came to speak about moving our United States of America forward with a blue surge sweeping the rest of the nation into the sunlight. Their brilliant words are worth repeating, not mine.
Transitions
Never easy, the transitional times in our lives, when you arrive somewhere new but still feel like you live elsewhere, the going forward part incremental much akin to labor. Most every essential box we packed-up is now opened and objects are finding their own place in the new space. Paintings, of which we have many, offer decisions we don’t want to rush, so for now we let them elbow out spaces here and there, forming alliances, marking their territory, feeling their way in this new airy and bright little space we attempt to call home. Everything is still unsettled and chaotic but we allow for that knowing that art demands we slow and observe. As my dear friend Jess reminds me, “Art needs to be everywhere because it is the inside of the world” (Bread & Puppet Cheap Art Manifesto).
Jumping right in
When you discover your grandson is as much of a fish as you are, priceless joy is yours! He jumps in fearlessly, floats like a champ and paddles clear across the pool. This little guy is a water lover– there is no stopping his enthusiasm. Clearly I feel the same. 💙


